Ling Ziheng sat quietly in the hall, chatting with Ling Zijian with or without a match, the whole hall was magnificent, the same as when he had left.

Ling Zijian fiddled with the record for a long time, stopped, and looked at him quietly, "Brother, you have a girlfriend, don't you, I saw your show on TV?" ”

Ling Ziheng raised his eyes slightly, "Hmm." ”

"Is it true?" Ling Zijian was anxious, "You really found a girlfriend?" Damn, pretty, I think my brother should find someone more docile. ”

Ling Ziheng frowned, docile, his little girl was probably the least docile in the world, but her vivid face was in her mind.

"Brother, then you come back this time" Ling Zijian was about to continue when he was interrupted.

"You've got the face to come back, rebel." Ling Xiaoyun went downstairs with a pipe in his mouth, as if he saw a plague god.

Ling Zijian glared at him and sneered, "My brother is back to his own home, what's the problem." ”

"Zi Blade, go back to your room." Ling Ziheng's voice was cold.

Ling Zijian took his things and went upstairs obediently, and glanced at his brother before leaving, maybe it was today, he looked at the flying snow outside through the glass window, the sky was vast, but the colorful glass window could not see the loneliness and cold outside, the fireplace in the house crackled, warm and abnormal, but he knew that Ling Xiaoyun's good days were coming to an end.

Ling Xiaoyun saw that Ling Ziheng was sitting in the living room without fear, and shouted outside the door, "As for the people, they are all dead." ”

The butler walked over from the corner tremblingly, lowered his head, and did not dare to look at him, "Master, here." ”

"What about the mercenaries at my door? How could you let him in, do you think he's my son, and now blast me out immediately. Ling Zixiao patted the sofa, blowing her beard and glaring angrily.

The gang of rubbish outside, give Ling Ziheng face, didn't he have ordered it a long time ago, he Ling Ziheng stepped out of this house is the enemy, just shoot it directly, what's the use of keeping it, anyway, he has already helped Ling Zixiao bring people back, and then it is their own business, when the two tigers fight each other and have their own damage, he will take action to end everything.

"Sir, this," the butler did not dare to continue.

"If there's a fart, let it go."

"The mercenaries outside have been withdrawn." The butler's heart raised his throat.

When Young Master Ziheng entered the house just now, he went out to take a look, and the entire perimeter of the mansion was empty, not to mention the mercenaries, not even a bird flew by.

"I've asked all of your people away." Ling Ziheng stared out the window and said calmly.

"You!" Ling Xiaoyun stood up, "It's up to you." ”

He didn't give up, took out his mobile phone, pressed the numbers one by one, but no one answered, and what was waiting for him on the other end of the phone was a long beep.

He sat back on the sofa, his eyes were red, and he stared at Ling Ziheng tightly, suspicious and shocked.

Obviously, Ling Ziheng only took over a small part of the Ling family's industry in Huaguo, everything was under control, he had already provoked the grudge between the Ling family and the nameless realm, and Lin Qiongjiu would definitely not help Ling Ziheng.

And country A, country A is the manpower and power that he has cultivated for so many years, and they all only obey his orders.

He stared at Ling Ziheng blankly, and suddenly felt that he was really old, whether it was Ling Zixiao or Ling Ziheng, he thought that he would send them to a place where he could monitor them all these years, and then slowly wear down their will.

Unexpectedly, it was only myself who was exhausted in the end.

"A puppet that has lost its deterrent power, what's the use of keeping it." Ling Ziheng muttered softly.

His voice had always been sluggishly magnetic, but now it reverberated in the empty living room with bloodthirsty ruthlessness.

"You, don't forget, your mother is still in my hands." Ling Xiaoyun still has the last trump card, he clenched his fists, he has been in the wind and clouds for decades, and he always has a little wrist, and he will not be at the mercy of them.

Ling Ziheng smiled softly, like a snowflake falling from top to bottom, his hand against his chin, tilting his head, and a stunning face was reflected in the fireplace firelight, wrapped in a bright halo.

"It's been so many years, have you been there, who is locked up by yourself?"

"Lao Zhang, prepare the car!" When Ling Xiaoyun heard this, he couldn't sit still anymore, but he changed his mind and waved his hand, "Forget it." ”

He smiled bitterly helplessly, it turned out that he had already lost and had already withdrawn from the battlefield.

His survival was not due to the incompetence of his two sons, nor the fact that they still had a trace of residual thoughts about him, but only as a cover for them before the war with each other.

Oh, in the end, Lao Tzu was still tricked by his son.

He went from a shallow smile at the beginning to a trembling laugh, and a poignant laugh filled the hall.

Ling Zijian heard the sound and went downstairs, stopping in the corridor on the second floor, silently staring at the man who claimed to be his father, but in fact beat and scolded him at every turn, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a contemptuous smile.

He's been waiting for this day for a long time, old thief, I can't kill you, but it doesn't mean that my brothers can't.

The snow did not stop until noon the next day, sprinkled all over the mountain house, and the Ling house, which was lively in the past, was as cold as a dungeon today, silent and silent.

After a night's work, the world changed, Ling Ziheng ordered Beiyou to temporarily imprison Ling Xiaoyun, it was not the time for him to die, he had to watch alive, and gradually took over his old department.

He let Ling Xiaoyun see with his own eyes how the old ministry that had surrendered and declared that he would always be loyal to him alone had already fallen into his pocket step by step, and how many of them had been bought by Ling Zixiao.

Ling Xiaoyun was so desperate that he lost his mind, and his head turned white after only one night's work.

After dealing with Ling Xiaoyun, Ling Ziheng took Ling Zijian back to the accommodation arranged by Country A, and in the early years he bought a villa in the name of Ling Zijian, with a good location, overlooking the entire city, but not feeling secluded.

The moment Ling Zijian stepped out of Ling's house, he was in the vast snow, and refused the coat and scarf handed over by Beiyou, his face was pale from the cold, his lips trembled, but his eyes were dazzling.

It's been so long, he's been locked up here for so long, and his brother has finally come to save him.

He still remembered that he was tortured by Ling Xiaoyun like a pervert, locked in a prison cell, and couldn't survive several times, but he knew that when his brother arranged everything, he would definitely rescue him, as long as he endured it a little longer.

Ling Xiaoyun simply had a good face, although he tortured him, he didn't dare to leave too many scars on him, otherwise he wouldn't be able to take him to the banquet of political dignitaries and business tycoons.

Ling Xiaoyun is extremely confident and conceited, he doesn't believe in women, and he doesn't believe in his son, but he needs to create a perfect character for himself to have children and a family.

He finally waited, and he was free.

Retribution, the old thief finally waited for his own retribution.

"Zi Blade, get in the car." Ling Ziheng knew his suffering over the years, and patted him on the back, he always owed Ling Zijian a debt, and all these years of suffering were pressed on this child's body.

Then five black Humvees started and winded down the mountain road.

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